Awakening from the darkness, they find themselves in a large back room of an inn, oak wood surrounding from all sides, several other bodies litter the ground in various stages of consciousness. Your body is feeling slightly weaker than you are used to, but it seems like something that would fix itself with a bit of movement. As you stand, you have a electrical shock that jolts through your legs. The door in the corner creaks slightly in a breeze from the window.

((This may be a quick way of letting people start while allowing the others who are planning to make characters finish up. ))

Ip'garugnik's eyes open in slits, still recovering from the brilliant flash from before, seeing the other figures are still in various states of rousing he attempts to silently get to his feet that he might cautiously sneak away from the dangerous big ones.

This is immediately thwarted by a stinging shock in his legs as he stands. He lets out a dog-like yelp followed by a rapid fire string of draconic mixed with apparently unintelligible gibberish*, "Magic!Asfisnad ajsidofaj odfiajsdbig ones, lightning holders, gabbbk knifdso asodifji!" He pulls out his spear defensively before him and backs into the corner of the room eyes darting from one form to another trying to identify the source of the foul energy.

Desch slowly sits up as he rubs his cranium, groaning as he glances around with bleary eyes. There's a massive sword strapped to his back, as tall as he is from tip to hilt, a quiver of arrows, and a bow. He looks over silently at Ip, and begins to stand then, gradual movements pushing the giant to his feet. And then the electric shock hits, and he jolts up straight, his eyes widening. There's a guttural, incoherent grunt, and then the words. "M-mother...?"

Ip'garugnik wilts noticeably as the large human rises, he lowers his spear slowly and drops his head low cowering slightly. "Large big one," he speaks in a broken draconic. "Ip'garugnik no hurt, Ip'garugnik good servant, you no hurt Ip'garugnik yes?"

Jace leaps to his feet the moment he wakes, glancing about wildly and arming himself with his shield. He looks between Ip'garugnik and Desch carefully, as if sizing them up. "Um, maybe we should all just, ah, take a second?" He asks, hesitantly. "Does anyone remember how we got here?"

Desch looks over at Ip'garugnik with a rather blank expression, his large face confused, if anything. He doesn't move for his weapons, though he is somewhat shaky on his feat. "...mother," he murmurs again, glancing around. "Mother?" His suit of armor creaks eerily as he begins to move towards the door with his lumbering, belabored stride.

Ip- No sign of pony, nor mule, but you also don't have the needed supplies for them.

Desch- As you near the door, you see a scrawny blonde human man glance over and shout to someone out of view, "Pa! Th' weirdos're wakin up!" No sign of mother you think, but you aren't even sure who you're looking for, nothing seems familiar.

The earth underneath them shakes, rumbling loudly pieces of the roof fall between the adventurers, one hitting Desch square on the head. An explosion echoes from outside, roars of beasts not of this plane echo as if they are screaming within even this room with a flash of light and strong heat outside the room.

"What's going on!? What are those!?"

Unholy chanting recognizable in Abyssal with undertones of, 'the cards' in common is heard as well as stomping footsteps. It lasts for roughly ten seconds, before fading off shortly after. Panicked screaming from people in the rest of the building, and the crackling of burning wood is all that's left.

Desch sways a bit with the debris hitting his head, then rights himself with a little stomp, his brow knitting together as he begins to move outside. "M-mother!" he shouts, running towards the door and outside, his gait more like a lumber.

Jace leaps to his feet the moment he wakes, glancing about wildly and arming himself with his shield. He looks between Ip'garugnik and Desch carefully, as if sizing them up. "Um, maybe we should all just, ah, take a second?" He asks, hesitantly. "Does anyone remember how we got here?"

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Her eyes snap open and she sits up suddenly, feeling somewhat out of tune. She tests her various limbs and stretches them out as she stands

She hears a deep voice calling for his mother and a language she is not familiar with. She decides to go with the most coherent of them.

"I do not." she says, picking up her bow and scanning the area. "Let me... think."

"Most scenarios where a group wake up together in an inn involve mass exchanges of bodily fluid, however we are fully clothed. I conclude that I still have no idea why I am here."

Ip'garugnik freezes perfectly, unnaturally still as if not even daring to breathe when the explosion hits. He slinks to the ground as if fluid and takes cover behind as best he can, carefully peering for any signs of what is going on. He cautiously slides his spear away keeping his hands free to creep across the ground.

As the party enters, the scent of burning wood stings their noses. They see what can only be described as 'chaos' people screaming, running, trying to escape. Corpses up in places normally impossible. The patrons either try leaving through the doors, pushing and shoving the entire way, or are hiding under or behind tables.

Blep

As they look to see what made the strange noise...they see a large ebony spined frog. It seems to sneer at them as it grabs a patron around the waist with it's tongue, pulling them into it's maw, swallowing them whole. It watches their movements with ruby eyes, while leaking a white substance from it's slime covered hide.

Round 1:
The giant freezes for a moment as he takes in the scene of carnage before his murky eyes lock onto the creature in front of him. A fire wells up in his gaze, before an incoherent, massive roar of a battlecry erupts from his mouth. Desch charges forward and draws his fullblade off of his back in one fluid motion, baring down with a heavy, though rather inaccurate, swing of his blade.

The giant of a man swings his even larger sword, the blade hitting the floor next to the demonic frog. The beast lurches forward to bite Desch, chomping down on the giant's arm. (Desch -9) While the slimy foe was distracted, Jace takes advantage of the situation, slamming his shield into the side of the frog. Leaping to his feet from hearing the commotion in the other room, another man awakens.
Ip hides well, as the frog is distracted by the close ranged combatants, he loads his crossbow without trouble. FFS on the other hand is unable to sneak without the frog noticing, but is able to fire her longbow without problem, the frog screams as the arrow punctures it's flesh.

Ip'garugnik considers the situation a moment. The giant frog doesn't look like it would be a terribly good boss, it looks like the sort of boss that might eat him even if he served well. But at the same time it looks pretty dangerous, it might kill the big ones and then come for him.

Probably better to just watch. Yes, that would be the safe answer. Watch and see who wins, maybe the frog creature will get full and take a nap after it eats the others. Then he could sneak away.

Away. Wait. There was chanting before, maybe more creatures, could be dangerous. Might need other snacks for them to serve as distractions. Best stay on their good side.

Ip'garugnik snipes from his hiding spot, firing at the frog from his cover.

The dark haired woman looks coldly at the frog, realizing that she is a state of vulnerability having been noticed. She sacrifices her increased power and retreats, before spending a moment to study the target.

Desch doesn't back down from the challenge even as his arm is chomped down on hard, grunting through the pain and keeping his wits about him. He squares up for another hit, but again seems to have trouble focusing, after which point he begins to back up and get some ground between himself and the beast to better assess. (Standard to hit, Move Action to back off.)

The giant swings again towards the frog, but the ache from the bite throws him off, skimming the slime on the beast's hide before escaping to assess. The frog leaps forward to attack the shield brawler, but the brawler took him off guard, swiftly beheading the abyssal creature, spraying blood on the shield and the man holding it.

The man from the other room darts in to heal Desch(+8 hp), “Damn you got that thing good! All before I could help, what a disappointment.” He says to Jace.

Ip doesn't need to fire a shot, allowing him to keep his bolts nice and safe.

Ip'garugnik pokes out from his hiding spot carefully observing the environment, was the chanting still going on outside? He looks carefully at the big one talking to him, not as large as the others, and seems somewhat softer. Still babbling about something though. He tries again in heavily accented common, "accidental bludgeon pulse daddy?"

He turns and examines the frog's remains again from afar, hissing at it and unwilling to approach even now. "Evil thing, bad omen. Why bring me here?" He poses the question to no one in particular in draconic. He clutches his crossbow cautiously eyes darting around apparently attempting to judge if running for it might not be the better option.

Desch grunts quietly as the magics work to reknit his body into place before he looks to the healer and nods. "Th-thank...y-ou," he forces out with slow words, as if wrapping his mind around their meaning himself, and then looking about the place in silence still slightly on guard as he fanned his blade out in front of himself with a warding stance. He puts himself in front of the man who'd just healed him, naturally falling into the role of protecting him from further incursions...not that his murky eyes seemed like they could see much.

Ip'garugnik pokes out from his hiding spot carefully observing the environment, was the chanting still going on outside? He looks carefully at the big one talking to him, not as large as the others, and seems somewhat softer. Still babbling about something though. He tries again in heavily accented common, "accidental bludgeon pulse daddy?"

He turns and examines the frog's remains again from afar, hissing at it and unwilling to approach even now. "Evil thing, bad omen. Why bring me here?" He poses the question to no one in particular in draconic. He clutches his crossbow cautiously eyes darting around apparently attempting to judge if running for it might not be the better option.

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As if understanding something, the girl nods and says

"Affirmative."

"What caused this creature to suddenly appear? Some people can summon such creatures using magic. Currently I do not have the ability to check such things."

She turns to the healer

"Why did you help him just now? You will demand compensation for your treatment, correct?"

The healer nods at Desch, "Don't mention it. It's a question we all have to be asking, little one." He looks at Ip, turning to give a charming smile towards the woman, "No, the first one's free, cause they always come back for more."

A young elven girl comes forward, roughly the size of Ip, "I don't know where they came from. A hole just opened in the middle of the room, and a lot of monsters came out of it." She shyly looks at the group, obviously preferring Desch and Jace, whether by instinct or knowledge. "I'm not 'posed to tell anyone but fluffy said there's a scary cave not far away. Lotsa walking skeletons and stuff. You look big and strong. Maybe you can look in there and see? He saw em take some carts in there too with stuff like gold and swords." She says, holding a stuffed bear to her chest.

Ip'garugnik looks around skittishly at the gathering numbers. He seems somewhat curious about the young elf, as if seeing a child for the first time and not quite sure what to make of it. He's silent for a moment before again speaking in a cautious draconic, "more creatures come? No seem safe here, we run?"